TWO HOURS EARLIER
Jane poked her head out of the ladies’ bathroom and looked to her left and right only to find the corridor empty with only the sound of music flowing through the passageway. Where had that tall man with his perfectly styled crop gone? She needed to clean off the stain from his shirt.
Sheepishly she stepped out and tugged her blouse. She’d used the hand dryer in the bathroom to air dry it but unfortunately for her, her black bra was still damp and smelt of breast milk.
“Oh, Jane! There you are!” Vanessa called out as she ran over to Jane from around the corridor in her impossibly tight bodycon dress.
“Madam Dominique is looking for you!” she said and promptly grabbed Jane’s hand, yanking her along.
“We’re short on staff at the VIP floor so you need to head over asap.”
“Oh…” Jane was flaggerbested. “My bra’s wet from the milk –“ she stammered, lowering her chin to her chest in embarrassment.
Vanessa laughed and waved her off, “Oh that…don’t worry. Come” And with that, the brunette dragged a very confused Jane back into the bathroom and gave Jane her bra.
“The guys like it when my nipples poke through the fabric anyway,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “Now chop chop, come along!”
Jane tried to keep up but failed miserably. The stiletto heels were not meant for walking, they were meant for murder. She could feel the back of the stiletto slicing into her Achilles' tendons with every painful step that she took but she trudged on anyway, knowing how important it was to please the madame. Madame Dominique had promised her an advance of twenty grand and a one year contract if she performed well tonight.
But as she finally stepped out of the corridor, Jane was greeted by a sea of dancers on the dance floor. They would have to cross the masses of gyrating bodies just to go to the VIP section.
I can do this, she willed herself and sucked in her breath as she tried to wade through the crowd, many of whom were headbanging to the ear-splitting techno music played by a DJ at the high end of the bar. The strobe lights above her were rigged to follow the music and blinked on and off, alternating between hues of purple, yellow and pink and her nose was assaulted by an overabundance of perfumes, bodyspray and stale sweat.
“HEY SEXAAAY! DANCE WITH MEEEeeee!” a drunk blonde screamed into her ear and reached out to grope her butt before falling into the arms of another. Jane grimaced and quickened her pace to follow Vanessa’s bobbing head through the crowd to finally reach a golden spiral staircase. Here, she exhaled, relieved to be free from the suffocating masses. The loud music was giving her a headache and she had to wonder if the VIP room would be any better.
It wasn’t. Two hours later found Jane balancing two jugs of beers, a tray full of Mojitos and a horrible gash at the back of her heels. They were starting to bleed but she had neither the time nor the privilege to sit down and give her dainty feet a much needed rest.
“Jane, send the drinks to Mr Mason’s room!” Madame Dominique had ordered over the counter’s intercom earlier.
Who and where Mr Mason was, remained a mystery to Jane but before she could even ask, the line was cut and she was left to her own defences. So here she was, gingerly balancing the drinks as she tried to make sense of the direction to a Mr Mason’s room.
The VIP floor was a maze of endless corridors that led to individual rooms, most of which had their doors closed. She could hear groaning and moaning coming from the Velvet Room and Jane could only imagine what was going on behind those walls. Yes, each room had a specific name based on the colour of their doors and there were altogether ten of them; two for each secluded corridor. She figured she would just have to knock on every one of them to find the mysterious Mr Mason.
Just as she rounded one particular corridor, a menacing shout rang out from the White Room.
“Out!”
She flinched at the voice, it was intimidatingly loud, as if the Hulk himself were in that room. Then out dashed one of the hostesses with tears and mascara running down her cheeks.
“Hey, you okay? What happened?” she asked out of concern. Jane’s heart sank at the sight of the pitiful hostess who sobbed nonstop.
“Did he hurt you?” she pressed on as her eyebrows knitted together in suspicion.
The hostess shook her head furiously, pulling at Jane’s towel which hung precariously from the clear plastic tray and used it to dab her eyes.
“No..no..it’s fine. Mr Winters didn’t like me is all…but why?” she bawled and blew her nose into the towel, her snot sticking to the cloth like glue. “I had on my sexiest dress!”
Before Jane could find words of solace for the distressed hostess, a Humpty Dumpty looking man with a god complex poked his head out of the Black Room and raised his voice at the two women, “What’s all the ruckus?! Oh, you! Come! You’re holding up my drinks! I want my Mojitos now!”
Jane’s eyes went to the burly man and quickly flew into an apology, “I’m so sorry Mr Mason!”
“Just come in and set the drinks down! I need to take a leak!” Mr Mason ordered and stormed to a nearby bathroom. Jane gave the hostess an apologetic smile and immediately hurried into the Black Room.
The room was spacious with a very large plush lounge chair that could easily seat three adults, a round diamond-encrusted table and a flatscreen TV hooked onto the cushioned wall. The lights were switched off with only the haunting light from the TV illuminating the room.
But no sooner did Jane place the tray on the table did the man come back in and close the door behind him. The act caught her by surprise so much so that she almost spilt the drinks.
“You new here?” Mr Mason asked leeringly, his eyes roaming every inch of her body.
“Uh, yes,” Jane stammered and quickly set the drinks down on the table. The bra Vanessa lent her did nothing to hide her cleavage. By now, Mr Mason had eased himself onto the plush black chair and from where he sat with his chubby legs sprawled out, he would have a first-class view of her assets if she were not careful.
And as soon as she set the last glass onto the tabletop, the man lunged forward and roughly grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her towards him.
“Hey!” Jane called out in surprise as she fell onto his lap. Her pulse quickened to an alarming rate as she struggled to get up only to have him clamp onto her shoulder with his hairy hand.
“Don’t you want a tip sweetheart?” he asked hoarsely and he reached for his back pocket with his free hand. “You girls like it when I slide it between your titties,” he snickered as his hand continued to search for his wallet.
Jane squirmed under the weight of the man’s hand not liking where this was leading.
“Mr Mason, It’s fine, really. Please let me go.” Why was her voice quaking?
Mr Mason ignored her and continued searching for his wallet but a sudden shift came and in a split second, his demeanour turned deadly. His snickerings turned into sneers and his pungent breath hit her face as he accused her of thievery, “Did you steal from me?”
Two hairy hands immobilized her this time, pushing her further down and sinking her into his lap.
What’s he talking about? Jane was confused as she was terrified. Undiluted fear coursed through her veins and she struggled out of his grasp but to no avail. The man was just too strong.
“Mr Mason, sir…there must be some confusion…I didn’t take anything from you,” she stammered. She pushed at his chest and kicked at the carpet with her heels, desperately trying to put a distance between them.
“Liar!” Mr Mason hissed, his face flushed red with rage and he spewed an entire dictionary of crude sailor’s words as he shook her like a ragged doll, his nails digging into her skin. “Thieves should be taught a lesson, c’mere girl. Let me get a good feel of you.”
No…please... The man’s touch likened to maggots crawling on her skin and the faceless man from her nightmares suddenly flashed before her eyes. She shook her head furiously, tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her face in torrents.
“No Mr Mason, please, I didn’t do it. Let me go. We can check the bathroom…” she pleaded.
“Shut up bitch!” a hand flew across her face with the might of Hercules, sending Jane tumbling down onto the carpeted floor. Apparently, Mr Mason did not appreciate being corrected.
She could feel a copper tinge in her mouth, the slap made her gums bleed.
Oh, God. This was bad. This was very bad. Her body was screaming for her to run and yet, she could not move. Her legs had betrayed her and became jelly-o.
“You do NOT talk back to me, whore.”
He stood, towering above her and even in the semi-darkened room, Jane could see the veins on his neck popping up. The man was a barbarian, he crouched on one knee and grabbed her roughly by the blouse. His eyes were drunk with fire and lust.
“Mr Mason, please…let me go,” Jane whimpered, trying to pry his hand away even as her body started to shake violently on the floor.
“You’re gonna pay thief,” he hissed and savagely ripped a panicked Jane’s blouse. The sheer fabric tore like a piece of paper and cascaded down her shoulders. That was when Jane lost it.
She did not know where the strength came from but the next thing she knew, she screamed, “LET GO OF ME!” and head-butted the man on the forehead, causing him to stumble backwards.
With all her strength she climbed onto her wobbly feet, made a beeline for the door, forced it open and charged out of the hell hole only to run crashing into the devil’s arms once more.
It was Daniel Winters.
“Hello, you still owe me a shirt.”
Daniel was sitting with his head nestled in the palm of his hands and pulling at the roots of his hair when he heard a scream. “LET GO OF ME!” That did it! Who dared to interrupt his train of thoughts? He groaned and sprang onto his grey socked feet – he’d kicked off his shoes earlier in frustration like a little boy, and stormed out of the room in search of the source of the voice. There was only one other room along this secluded corridor and it was from the room that lay a few feet down. The black door was closed but as an angry Daniel approached it, he heard muffled sounds coming from behind the walls and just as he was about to barge in and give the insolent fools a piece of his mind, out ran the same waitress who had bumped into him earlier on. Jane, he remembered her name. How could he not remember her? That woman was breathtakingly beautiful, like a breath of fresh air in an early spring morning. He instinctively caught her by the shoulders as
Daniel Winters saw Jane’s head slump in defeat as she answered him in a still small voice, “Yes sir.”Strange how he hadn’t noticed how melodious her voice was until now. She took one last look at her assailant before she turned around and headed to his room with a walk that looked as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. His blazer reached just right above her knees and swayed like ever so gently to her movements and as his eyes trailed down her slender legs, he noticed that the back of her heels was bleeding.His mouth curled downwards and he recalled her mentioning that she was ‘leaking’. And didn’t she say she had a baby too? The puzzles pieces started to come together to form a blurry picture, and it wasn’t a picture with a bed of roses, rather, it was one of thorns. Either she was a single mother or her drug addict husband was forcing her to work.“Here’s my account number,” Mr
“Is this the house?”Jane’s tired eyes peered out of the limousine’s tinted window and her heart leapt for joy, “Yes.”All exhaustion was forgotten. She was here, she was finally here!The pristine white limousine came to a smooth and quiet stop right outside her father’s house. It was the witching hour and lights were off, as it was supposed to be and Jane had to wonder if little Timmy was awake.“Please wait for me.”With trembling fingers, she pulled open the door, stepped out and took a wobbly step towards her father’s house. Slowly at first, but each step became faster than the previous one and she finally broke into a run up the steps of her father’s porch.Behind her, the chauffeur, an elderly man with white hair stepped out of the limousine and gave her a silent nod of encouragement. His name was Mr Lee and he worked for Daniel Winters.Jane could not believe wh
Jane couldn’t believe it. Little Timmy was finally in her arms! We’re together now, she thought, bliss pulsated throughout her body. It had been only a day, but the separation from her new born felt like an eternity. Gently, she stroked kissed his forehead and a single tear, a happy tear appeared from the corner of her eyes. This was all so surreal. Agreeing to marry Daniel Winters was even more surreal. She couldn’t believe that either. Surely this was all a dream! Or a nightmare, a tiny voice whispered in her mind as the Wonderland Tower loomed into view before her very eyes. Wonderland Tower was one of Winters Architecture’s many exclusive apartments that catered to only the rich and famous and this was where Daniel Winters lived. The building stood out like a beacon in the dark with its exquisite architecture and towered over the luxury sedan as it rolled down the basement and into a very spacious private parking lot. The chauffe
Jane took a deep breath as she sank further into the plush cream coloured sofa and swallowed hard, going through the contract again. Her head was spinning, how could she agree to this? Clauses three to six were utterly ridiculous. This practically set women back by centuries! Cleaning the house? Be at his beck and call? Close an eye if and when he brought a woman back home to hump?Pffft! What is this? Medieval times?But she couldn’t argue with him, the man was her benefactor. She moistened her lips, placed the paper down and forced a smile.“How can I pay you back if I’m expected to wait on you hand and foot every single day?” she asked, hoping to be allowed to land a part-time job somewhere. The truth was, Jane did not mind having to clean the house, she felt that she should, given the fact that she would be staying at his residence for one year. But how on earth was she going to prepare herself for the eventual divorce if she
Daniel Winters spoke too soon. Everything was NOT alright. No sooner did he rest his weary head on his king-sized bed than a loud piercing howl tore across his penthouse. What the fuck?! He shot up from his bed, feeling the onset of a headache and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. Was it the apocalypse? Had end times come? He leapt from his bed and rushed out of his room in search of the source of the agonizing cry only to come to a screeching halt in the kitchen when he saw Jane holding a wailing baby in her arms. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did we wake you up?” Jane asked innocently as she rocked her little bundle in her arms. Beside her, the electric kettle started to boil and the sound of distant waves bubbling in a pool of lava could be heard. The throbbing of his head was getting borderline unbearable and the crackling sounds from the kitchen stove were not helping in any way. “What in the world?” he growled when suddenly, the whiff of buttery gri
By noon, half the country’s female population was heartbroken by the news that Daniel Winters had married the love of his life and even secretly fathered a baby boy. And Jane McKay was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Never had she ever faced so many journalists, all clamouring to get a piece of her. They wanted to know EVERYTHING about her - from her date of birth to the brand of dress she wore to the weight of baby Timmy. She wondered if Pa had seen the news and how he was feeling. Would he be shocked? Would he be even more ashamed? She hoped the prying neighbours would not go rapping at his door and bombarding him with questions like how they did when her pregnancy was made known nine months ago. “Go get food, and an Earl Grey, two lumps of sugar,” Daniel ordered Jane through gritted teeth as he flashed an award winning smile from the conference table and gave the journalists a regal wave. The press conference had just ended and Daniel was taking the opportuni
No sooner had Jane pushed past the massive lilac double door was she assaulted by an overly eager crowd of journalists. “Mrs Winters! Here!” Snap! Flash! Snap! “One for the camera Mrs Winters! Absolutely gorgeous!” More flashes of blinding light. Jane had to maneuver and dodge her way through the crowd all the while trying to balance the tray of food and cup of tea. By the time she reached the conference table, there was only half a cup of tea left. Some had splashed onto the carpeted floor, and a great volume had landed on Jane’s skirt and toweled hand but as she handed the cup to a scowling Daniel, his eyes fell on her hand. The scowl deepened even further. “What happened?” he snapped, his voice low enough so no one would hear him barking at her. Jane’s hand immediately dropped to her sides as soon as the plate of goodies was laid in front of him. The crowd went ‘awwww’ seeing how sweet the new wife was to her husband and continued snapping